Limerick Five
The Vindictive One
A thief stole my package and walked it
Away down the block, but then dropped it.
How I wish I had been
On the street when he’d seen
That I’d filled up that box with some dog shit.
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Not a true story. I'd never do this. Probably.
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Owen Schaefer
Owen Schaefer is a Canadian writer, editor and playwright living in the U.K. He writes fiction, speculative fiction, and breezy articles on writing, AI, and other nonsense. Attacks of poetry may occur.
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